July 21, 2017
We scream,
Into a computer screen
our hopes,
our fears,
wishes,
dreams
The vanity!
We crave,
An audience
To validate the self
Remind us
of our own existence
And so,
on we scream
Waxing poetic on thoughts, theory & the times
July 21, 2017
We scream,
Into a computer screen
our hopes,
our fears,
wishes,
dreams
The vanity!
We crave,
An audience
To validate the self
Remind us
of our own existence
And so,
on we scream
Hard hitting poem by a phenomenal writer.
I am addicted
to something
that I know
is slowly killing
my soul.
I want to stop
-cold turkey-
I want to free myself
from these chains
but society trains us
to rely on this drug
to crave this drug
to kill for this drug
to die for this drug
to drill under the Arctic
for this drug
now I’m getting carsick
for this drug
I start to panic
when I’m too far
from my dealer
my mothers dying
and needs a healer
I love her
to the moon and back
but to feed this addiction
which is far worse
than crack
I steal from her
I tear off her limbs
I gouge out her eyes
I cut out her heart
and I fully realize
that I’m killing
her
and I hate myself
for it
but I’m a junkie
and I need a fix
we’re all addicted
and need our…
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July 20, 2017
I make myself bare,
Expose my soul,
Hoping he will see,
Will care,
Perhaps,
As he once did
I teeter,
Foolheartily,
Walking on a line
Of sanity
I weave my heartstrings
And hang my tapestry,
Aware,
indifferent
that the world can see.
Searching for old words,
That are by no means a treasure,
Knee deep in dusty memories,
She wonders,
“Why?”
July 9, 2017
From my distant view
I catch a semblance
Of burdens you carry
despite distance withstanding
My impulse remains
a need To carry
some of the weight
Somehow
Much like you have
More than once
For me
Please let me
Do so
for you
If you only could see
How much your being
Influences me
You might understand
Why I cannot
Pull back
My outstretched hand
Songs of the troubadour
Give me false pangs of hope
For a love that is not
Mine to call my own